female inquisitor fanfiction

If you want to read 15 Chapters ahead and more, be sure to check out my Patreon!!! Go to https://www.patreon.com/DeathGun24 English is not my first language _____________________________________ After countless playthroughs of Dragon Age: Inquisition, where he experienced every race, class, and ending, superfan Daniel Carter eagerly buy Dragon Age: Veilguard at Steam only to died on exhaustion, then to wake up in the body of the Inquisitor during the game’s opening scene, wrists bound and a blade at his throat, surrounded by Cassandra, Leliana, and hostile soldiers. Now trapped in Thedas with no respawns or reloads, he must use his encyclopedic knowledge of the game to survive and the cheat he got, deciding whether to follow the script he knows or forge his own path all while grappling with the terrifying reality that this world, its dangers, and its consequences are no longer just a game.

Synopsis from author: Our compatriot suddenly becomes his character from the game STAR WARS The Old Republic, a Sith Inquisitor, having found himself in the time of the "Clone Wars". However, the hero is not an "immoral bastard", but on the contrary, even in the game he chose the character's path through the light, trying to change the (old) Empire for the better. And the character of the hitman corresponds. However, he is still a force user of the dark side. ATTENTION!! THERE IS NO "SYSTEM" IN THIS WORK! The hero is strong, but I will "reveal" him gradually. He will not be able to do everything at once, from the first chapter, and defeat the entire Council with one little finger. It will not come into full force soon, and for this he will have to try. Original : Ситх-Инквизитор: войны клонов. By Sidion

With the Grey Knights teleporting in to purge everything in sight, Cyril makes the most suicidal gamble of his life. He picks up a dead Inquisitor’s rosette… and pretends to be him. Long Synopsis- In the grim darkness of the 41st millennium, mortals are expendable… and Cyril Francis is very hard to kill. Once a second-rate stage magician on Old Earth, he awakens in the body of a lowly hive mortician on Antioch, a world already rotting from Chaos within. His only plan is simple: survive long enough to escape. Then the governor’s daughter explodes into a Slaanesh daemon. With the Grey Knights teleporting in to purge everything in sight, Cyril makes the most suicidal gamble of his life. He picks up a dead Inquisitor’s rosette… and pretends to be him. The Emperor’s Mask System activates. As long as his act is flawless, his lies gain weight. As long as his authority sounds absolute, Space Marines will obey. As long as no one sees through him… he lives. But Antioch Hive is already crawling with cults, conspiracies, and watching eyes. The real Inquisition is coming, the rot runs deeper than one daemon, and Cyril is now standing at the center of it all. In Warhammer 40,000, bluffing a daemon is dangerous. Bluffing the Imperium is suicide. -- This is a translation, but don't worry—I'm here to test the poison and remove all the toxins I can, making this a very good story.

There had always been so many things I loved about the story of the Sith Inquisitor. The cleverness, the biting sarcasm, the triumphant story of rising from slave to Dark Councilor in a handful of years, of ritualized Sith Sorcery and, of course, of massive lightning storms. I had always imagined that, should I wake up one day in the world of Star Wars, I would be my favorite character in my favorite universe. Then I awoke, strapped to a table, a slave being tortured and twisted, body and soul, for the amusement and 'advancement' of my owner. I realized that the world I had seen had only been a fraction of it, only the parts that wouldn't fall afoul of Ratings and censorship laws. And I realized that the path to glory was not so easy as a game made it seem. Fine then. I have the advantage of foresight and a touch of Destiny. If I must become 'evil' to gain my freedom and to free the galaxy from its vicious cycle, let me be 'evil'. Or A massive Star Wars nerd ends up in the world of SWTOR pre-game as a slave and realizes that games really undersell things. **This story updates on the 20th of every month**

One unfortunate historian, after drinking with old friends, woke up in a place so strange that he could not consider himself anything other than crazy. However, subsequent events showed that he is a very talented inquisitor.

As the world of One Piece turns its eyes to Ace's execution, its inhabitants were oblivious of the incoming conflict of epic proportion, as dimensional rifts rip asunder the void between the stars, the psychic nightmares that follow were just the herald of what's to come, the Inquisition is coming for their world, stirring ancient beings with its baleful cries, pinching the planet in their grips

At the end of the grim 41st Millennium, the encircling enemies within the galaxy launch their final assault. As the era of doom approaches its cataclysm, the eternal war is finally reaching its end. The Human Empire now stands at the precipice of its destined final moment. Yet, the wheels of fate do not cease. The destiny of the galaxy, as it was ten thousand years ago, will once again be determined by him, and by those who stand with him. What will transpire at the end of this grim 41st Millennium?

Flora Bloom, who was betrayed and killed by her boyfriend in her past life, is reborn with a peerless spatial dimension back to the time before the crisis, hoarding food, raising a child, and tearing apart scumbag men and manipulative women. Originally, she just wanted to raise a child and low-key fight zombies and level up together with her family. But she discovered that she was unexpectedly falling step by step into a tender trap meticulously designed by a certain sly and scheming man. Flora Bloom looked at the vast space within her sea of consciousness; it had a farmhouse courtyard, fields, and a Spirit River, but it just lacked a bit of vitality. So, a fat, sky-flying mantis? Collect! A rare little white tiger that can discharge electricity? Collect! A behemoth spirit crocodile with its young? Collect! As long as it's alive and edible, collect, collect, collect them all! Endless scumbags and vile women, a shameless and deeply scheming leader, all wanting to use her to attack zombies and obtain more Crystal Cores for their own gain? Your shameless, worthless life? Hand it over.

[Ding! The 'Randomly Spend' Tycoon System is at your service.] On her way to work, Yun Zijin was bound by a system named 'Randomly Spend'. [Spending Task Completed. A 2x rebate has been triggered. Ownership of Villa No. 1 at Xingyu Mansion. The related documents have been placed in the system backpack.] [Spending Task Completed. A 3x rebate has been triggered. Ownership of Dingsi Building. The related documents have been placed in the system backpack.] ... Yun Zijin was dazzled by the system's rewards, only to be told that her wealthy parents had found her? That she's the true daughter of the Xia Family of Dijing? Being bound to the Tycoon System was exciting for Yun Zijin, but she refused to be part of any cliché wealthy family drama. The Xia Family of Dijing? Yun Zijin: Get lost! Don't even think about associating with me!

One day, a strange hand suddenly appeared inside Chi Wan’s interdimensional space. Its owner claimed to be living in the apocalypse—starving, desperate—and begged to trade anything he had for food. Chi Wan stared at the pile of Imperial Green jade, oversized diamonds, and dozens of kilograms of gold bars he offered… and fell into deep thought. …Wasn’t this a little too profitable? From then on, her connection to the apocalypse only grew stronger. The mysterious man—who turned out to be a powerful figure—used his Wood Ability to help her revive rare orchids, cultivate endangered plants, and even harvest zombie crystal cores for the country. As for Chi Wan? She only had three responsibilities: feed him, feed him, and keep feeding him. Somehow, without realizing it, a group of extraordinary men began to gather around her: A genius research scientist. An aloof, abstinent CEO. A cold and ruthless Soldier King… In front of Chi Wan, they were gentle, attentive, and impeccably polite—each trying to outshine the others. Behind her back? They were one step away from tearing each other apart. Meanwhile, on the other side of the spatial link… The so-called King of the Apocalypse clenched his teeth in silence as he listened to these men compete for her attention. As for Chi Wan? “I’m busy getting rich and supporting my family,” she said calmly. “A battle royale of suitors? I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Until one day— An absurdly handsome man appeared at the gates of her villa… carrying a sack filled with gold and jewels. “I’m here to marry into your family,” he declared. Chi Wan glanced at him, then at the newly connected wasteland world inside her space… …and once again fell into deep thought.